For ANY woman who sees herself through the eyes of her abuser.

Domestic abuse: The hush-hush, emperor’s new clothes wearing, elephant in the room that no one wants to acknowledge. Well, I ¬†have never been one to remain silent. For, those who remain silent in the face of oppression side quietly with the oppressor. As such, I have courageously grabbed my elephant gun and I am prepared to proclaim publicly and most loudly to the Emperor, “You, sir, are naked!” Some things cannot be unseen. And for those of you forced to identify yourselves with portraits painted by the crippling strokes of a maddened artist, I hope to hold before you a new palette, and show you the true beauty that lays quietly beneath the paint.

 

 Masterpiece
For the first time; this second,
I see myself.
“ME”, as meant.
Not the “she” you intend.
I see not,
The ugliness your words describe,
but a beauty,
mere words will fail to relay.
A beauty felt…
not spoken.
Though constant is your fire,
misplaced, is your aim.
I am not, the target idle,
nor will be I, the haven,
or bulls-eye for things born of your insecurity.
Things,
mettled in arrogance,
and fired in cowardice.
I am not the picture you’ve painted me in.
And removed have I, that piece,
from the wall of my mind.
Hang does now, an image new.
Fashioned with the strokes of hands,
more skillfulled in love.
And displayed am I,
as first I was created.
Original,
Unretouched.
And viewed am I now,
with eyes of appreciation.
That focus on contents,
within the edge’d frame.
No longer have you,
the power to loom.
The cocoon in which I’ve slept.
It is now, but dust.
Trampled ‘neath feet that forward, do forge.
And there, I plant my foot.
Yes.
For the first time, this second.
I see myself.
“ME”,
as meant.
A piece of the Master.
A Masterpiece.

Some Enchanted Evening

During an interview for the release of the prequel to, “The Faith Series”, I was referred to by the host as a, “Wizard of words.” After an uncomfortable and slightly noticeable pause, I successfully volleyed the conversation over the net into a different field of play, and finished the interview as intended; no “magic”, no…Continue Reading

Noah’s back: “Blood Moon: Days of Noah”

Noah Carrington is back…and there’s a whole new breed of C-1. Strange mishaps began as soon as I started to pen the beginning pages of, “Blood Moon: Days of Noah”; the sequel to, “Run” and the second installment of The Run Trilogy. At the very beginning, I discovered that I had torn the main artery…Continue Reading